You were an infantile mewing imbecile
Who could no more provide for me
Than yourself when you crawled to me
All those lifetimes ago
To use me as a shield from everything else
My shelter was not without consequence
As you would all too soon discover
Our meeting wasn’t chance or fate
But was borne of a dare between girlfriends
A bet I lost because I kept you around
Far longer than the parameters of our game
In all that time I imagine must have been
Some semblance of love
In whatever fleeting sober moments there were
But it was probably just fear in disguise
I gave you my anger and confusion easily
You were so eager to fill your void
With anything I had to offer
I emptied all my rage and insecurities into you
Then ran refreshed into other
Stronger more inviting arms while you slept
Once I was done I left you standing alone
In the parking lot of god’s whorehouse
Happy to be finally freed of you until now
You come crawling on your knees seeking forgiveness
For sins neither of us clearly remember
You made of me a monument
To which you measured all others against
Knowing they’d always fall short
You want me to see that you’ve changed
Begging me to look at you as something
More than I had ever given you credit for
Though it seems that I’ve gone blind.

© Crystal S. McDonald.